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Comfort was all she needed. All she was asking for. Why was it so difficult to find? Didn't she deserve it just as much as anyone else?
Apparently not. She resigned herself to another day with the blackness.
The fuses were lit. Time was ticking down. Now there was just one thing left to do: Run.
writing since 2012 · 3 entries · 3 days shown up
each square is a day—lit means Hannah showed up.
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the words Hannah reaches for
flowersicedicingjobgrewbeautifulfrostcoveredsmothereddealtcoldlongerbrightvibrantfuseslit